Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

erosion

in the inky depth of that poolI feel safe from immeasurable flamesI yearn for your breaththat breath you stole from mein the guise of sleep in the waking hours.oh, it is just a dream-why did I allow it to erode me?I pull the sheet closer still,forgetting myth from truth.I put on a mask againthrow a clay pebble into that imaginary poolno one will allow bend the rules-except you. except you.

that breath I need to keep in hiding-leave it on the doormat on your way out

"time just moves on with its own pace,unwavering about the aftermath-uncaring about what to come."

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.